In Which I Am On A Surfboard Trying To Stand Up

I’ve been tagged. By Stephanie of even*cleveland. What, she asks, is the 10th photo in my 1st folder? Of course, wild confusion ensued, given my recent change to the Mac environment and my resultant lack of any idea how this operating system deals with trivial things like, um, folders, and um, applications, and um, the relationship between the two. Nonetheless, here is the 10th photo from my ONLY folder consisting solely of photos.

That day I didn't. I was maybe laughing too hard. But I'd been to Hawaii that summer before, and stood up then. It's not scary at all, it turns out. And my instructor was one of the old Hawaiian surfers. At one point we were out there, waiting for a swell, and he said, "Now we talk story." I always remember that. To be out on Waikiki Bay, waiting for a little wave, listening to this guy tell me stories about growing up in Hawaii.

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Am I serious? Privilege? Yes. At least when I'm not joking. While privilege can teach you what color shoes to wear with navy blue, nothing beats the privilege of being alive. So let's talk style, in the context of culture. Let's focus on the over-50. For more, please go here. Or you can reach me at my email: skyepeale@yahoo.com. That's the name I wanted to be called when I was 16. Ah. 16....